Broken Birds Fly

Cut the wind

I see broken birds fly

I hear dead children sing

The wind moves again

And when she awakens

She shall shout

"Thalassa"

On all sides

Broken birds soar

The waves move

The sound does not diminish

The sound shall not diminish

The crops shall cease

Life-stirrer

Life-begetter

Mother

Light-giver

Father

Light-bearer

And where is the eagle?

He has gone

And where is the sun?

He too has gone

And where too is the children's laughter?

This too is gone.

Where love and beauty?

It is taken

And where now the blackbird?

She is silent

And something for the harvest

Something comes for the harvest

And black water only

Black water

Bracken

I see the ruins now

In the heart of the city.

Lost

In the heart of the master

Lust

And where is the nature of man?

This is dead.

And where in the sea?

And where in the earth?

And where in the sky?

And where in the heaven?

And where in the hell?

That we have built us?

Is raped and razed

Is snatched and scorched

Is taken from all

That I once said is "mine"

And where is the purity?

This too has been raped

Blood on the altar of the innocents

Slaugter for its own sake

Slaughter of the innocents

They are lost in carnage

Not of their own making

At the back of my mind too

Where is my youth?

And this too is taken

Where the corn

Grows fresh in the heart

Of the night

No gods arise now

We have lost our faith

We have lost our face

And who laughs?

Who prays?

Who calls on the most high?

Where is the flight of the eagle?

This is gone

And where has this led us?

Nowhere

Nothing

Dissolution beckons

Call once

Call twice

Fall again

Make sharp the sound of the bowing

The breaking and burning

Christ is before me

Christ is behind me

Christ to my left

And Christ to my right

And all around me

He blazes in glory

The world turns

And Maldoror cries

He cries in the darkness

He waits at the crakcs

The red cunt of time

And I wait for him too

To take me to the house and the harvest

Where the children wait

Where silence scrams

Immaculate red phases

The bloody spasm of time

He waits in the darkness

He burns in the heart

He said it was finished

He said it had died

But Maldoror waits

In the back hole of time

The black cunt

He waits in the darkness for me

He waits in the darkness

For all of us

The black split

Scratch red sound

That breaks the night

He waits at the black heart

The black cunt of time

Maldoror waits